My wife Tara and I have been married for eleven happy years. We are both introverts, and have a hard time meeting and making new friends. We have a few friends that we occasionally go out to dinner or bowling with, but other than that, we have a fairly nonexistent social life.
I am 32, 6'3" and fairly average build and about 175 lbs. I have gray eyes and dirty blonde hair. I am fairly athletic, and like to play musical instruments. I love working on cars and building things out of metal. I guess I am just a typical guy.
My wife Tara is about 5'4" and just slightly overweight, which is good because I don't like women that are too skinny. She has lovely brown eyes and dark reddish brown hair. She wears a 36D, and when she lets her breasts out to play, I can hardly control myself. Her quarter-sized perfectly round dark brown nipples are proportioned perfectly for the size of her breasts, and when she gets excited, they stand at full attention. Her ass is very nice and round, and makes me want to slide my dick between her cheeks every time I see it. She is very reserved about what clothing she wears, but when she wears a thong, she has the most perfect looking ass I have ever seen. She has the face of a doll, and gorgeous lips with a pout that just begs to be kissed. Her eyes have a mischievous cast even when she isn't trying. Lately, I have been able to talk her into wearing some fairly revealing outfits out in public, and the response from other guys is obvious. She won't believe me, but they all check out her ass as she walks by.
Tara works in the office of a construction company, and goes to college at night. She is taking accounting classes one night a week mostly to allow her to get out a little without our two wonderful children and me. She usually meets other students and gets invited to go eat and drink with them after class. I am happy for her to be able to meet new people and generally have fun. She always tells me about the interesting people she meets and the things they talk about. For the last several weeks, she has been telling me about another woman named Erica that she has met and that they have a lot in common.
According to Tara, Erica has nearly the exact same build as her. She has been married for nine years, and has two kids almost the same ages as ours. Tara says that Erica likes to read the same books as her, and also loves to travel with her husband Bill.
Tara came home from school one night, and I could tell that she was excited. I asked her what was up, and she told me that Erica had invited us to her house on Friday evening. She said that they have a group of friends that gets together every weekend and that the husbands play cards while the wives watch movies and swap books.
Friday finally came, and we took the kids to my parent house for the night. We followed the directions that Tara had to Erica and Bill's house. They lived in a neighborhood almost identical to ours. Small middle income houses that all look the same. We were a little early, so we were the first ones to arrive. As we walked to the front door, I had to admire Tara's tight ass through her short shorts. Tara rang the doorbell, and Erica answered. I was shocked to see how many resemblances that she and Tara had. She had almost the same color hair, and was about 5'3" and just slightly heavier that Tara. They were wearing nearly the same shirts, and Erica had on tight black shorts that were the same style as Tara's white ones. They looked like they had almost the same breast size, and I caught myself wondering if hers were as gorgeous as my wife's. They could easily pass as sisters to someone that didn't know them.
She invited us in, and we sat down on the couch. Bill came in and introduced himself to us. He was about 5'9" and slightly more muscular than I. We immediately struck it off. We both have the same passion for cars, and he also plays the electric guitar. I could tell by the way he watched Erica, that he adored her as much as I adore Tara. He took me to his garage and showed me his 68 MG that he has been restoring.
"I haven't worked on it much lately." He told me. "Erica is about to get tired of seeing it in the garage." He said as he grinned at me.
"I have a project in the garage in about the same state of progress." I told him. "I think Tara is getting tired of it too."
Erica came to the door and told us to come back inside, as everyone else was there and ready to start the card game.
Two other couples had come in. The first couple was John and Christy, and the other couple was Kate and Matt.
John was the shortest one at about 5'2", and Christy was just a little taller than him. He had smooth black hair that was parted to one side, and was slightly overweight. Christy was very skinny, and had obviously fake blonde hair. Her look had bitch written all over it. She had a scowl on her face as if they had been fighting before they arrived, and John kept looking at the floor and wouldn't make eye contact with anyone.
Kate was about 5'4" and was built about the same as Tara and Erica but with very small tits. She had bright orange hair, and her face was covered with freckles. She was as cute as a button, but was wearing frumpy looking old lady clothes. Matt looked very athletic, and dressed a little like a hippie. He had on tight jeans and a white shirt that hung down to his knees. He had blonde hair, and was wearing a hemp bracelet and matching necklace.
We were introduced to all of them, and then Erica put out chips and salsa and cheese dip on the kitchen table. Bill dimmed the lights a little, and the guys all sat down to play cards. I didn't have much experience playing poker, so I was careful and played it safe not taking too many risks.
The women all disappeared to the recreation room at the other end of the house. We could hear the movie going, and by the sounds of it, they were watching a Tom Cruise movie. Every once in a while we could hear them all break out in a giggle.
I lost the twenty dollars that I had come with, and had to sit out and watch the last couple of hands. The women finally came to the living room. It was about 1:00am, and everyone was ready to go home. Tara and I said our goodbyes to everyone and left first.
When we got to the car, I opened the door for Tara and she put her arms around me and gave me a deep kiss. I was immediately as hard as a rock as I felt her tits pressing against my stomach. She slid her hand down my back and around the front and cupped my dick through me pants and gently squeezed.
"What was that for?" I stuttered.
"Just for letting me have fun." She said as she winked at me. "Next week, we are going to John and Christies house." She told me.
The next Friday came, and we drove to John and Christies house. They lived in a really ritzy neighborhood. The house that they lived in was probably worth over five hundred thousand dollars. Christie gave us a tour of the house, and I could tell that she was hooked on money, because all she could talk about was how much everything cost.
All the guys sat down for cards again, and I must have been getting a little better at poker because by the time we were finished, I still had five dollars left. The girls weren't finished with their movie yet, so we all sat around and watched American Chopper and talked about cars and our sexy women. John and Matt got up to go outside and smoke while Bill and I stayed inside watching TV.
"How do you get Tara to wear a thong under her shorts?" Bill asked me as I looked up in surprise. "I don't want to make you mad or anything, but last week at our house, I could tell that she was wearing one under that tight pair of shorts she had on, and excuse me for saying this, but she looked damn hot!" He exclaimed "She really looked fucking sexy that way, and I would love it if I could get Erica to wear one like that." He told me.
"I'm just honest with her, and tell her how sexy she looks and what it does to me when she wears them." I told him. "I don't tell her to wear them, I just tell her that I really like it when she does." "Maybe I could get Tara to mention to her that you would like to see her in one."
